I’m sorry you didn’t know to try
But what I’m most sorry for
Is the reason you think you’re better than me
Forced upon me, the decision to leave
Was the best one I could have made,
Replaced by another who knows the difference
Between love and her sister lust
He holds me right, not like glass
His pretty Russian doll,
The only one, my only one
The one I call my own
So have your happy ending
Fall for the same lies I always did
Choke upon them, savour their taste
They’ve never tasted so sweet
The lips of a liar, the lips of a whore
The same entwined,
Don’t count on til death do us part,
You’ll get what you deserve.
note: this is not about the love of my life Harlz. He is the one i call my only one. We're still happily together.
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